Love, like a hidden blossom stands;
Shelters in the cage of heart and commands-
A sensitive Gardner to care;
Waters the root, cleans the air.
Before the malicious insects change-
The beautiful blooms to strange.
Make home inside the roots the vicious ant;
Never mind the sensitivity of poor plant!
Be my Gardner, water my root.
Juicy and healthy I’ll be as fruit.
Blossoms open, love flourishes.
My regret remains after all the wishes…
Passion for art